Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1887-06-10
Every foolish. very foolish. MARY


that's ALL" said the captain, as he
peeped over shyly and stole look at
the wave"
The next morning at ten o'clock tia
policeman was on hand for that baby.
Now isn't it too bad" said Mrs.
Weatherby. "but the fact is it ain t
ready" and she slipped some none y
in the mans hand for his trouble.
I'm going to look over some things
have put away" said the poor little
mother. land give it some decent
clothes to wear. Would it be too
much trouble to ask you to come for it
this EVENING"
Certainly not, ma'am.' said the
officer. As he went out Capt Wea-
therby looked up from his paper and
winked ut him. The officer winkcd
back and looked very knowingly at
Mrs. Weatherby.
Such running and rumma.ing "a
there was in that house all day! and by
night the baby had quite an extensive
wardrobe ready; dressed up in the
little tucked and embroidered babs
gown that had been brought out and
done up for it. from the stock that
once had belonged TO those other
babies who no longer need them, it
looked like different baby from that
in the basket.
1T amt such a bad looking wave,
after all, ;" said the captain, bending his
honest red face over it and holding out
rough and rugged forefinger, which
the baby instantly grasped, and laugh
ed and coOed over.
Here's the p'liceman, mum, for the
baby" said hannah, ushering that func-
tionary in.
''Oh," said Mrs Weatherby, looking
greatly disappointed, I'm not half
ready yet.
"But it's only the baby mum they
wants. One of the fondlings died last
night and this here one is TO have its
place" said the man.
Il can't help it,, said Mrs. Weather
by; 1.-THE child won't 60 until it's ready
Its clothes are not packed up YETI
You see" laughed the captain. my
mate there will want Saratoga trunk
for that wave clothes before she gets
through with it. Say, Mr.. Policeman,
just as soon as its ready I'll send for
you to come after IT,
"Just so, SIR" SAID the man, "jus
so; I'll return TO duty. and YOU can let
me know when the missus is ready"
There was an amused twinkle in tb,
captain eye when he saw how relieved
his wife looked Us the man took his de-
parture.
All this happened year ago. l was
reminded of it by receiving the follow.
ing card, which had been sent out gen
orally by the worthy captain and hi
good wife.
THE BABY.
Where did you come from, baby dear,
Out Of the ever, where, into the here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue.
Out Of the skies as | came through.
What makes. your forehead 50 smooth ant
highs
A soft hand stroked as went by.
What makes your cheek like warm, whit
rose.
| saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile Of bliss.
Three angels gave me at once kiss.
Where did YOU get that coral ear.
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands'
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Whence came your feet, dear little thingsi
From the same box the cherub's wings.
How did they all first come to be you.
God thought about me and 50 grew.
But how did YOU come 10 US, you dear.
God thought about you, and SO am here.
Your presence is desired at the christening
party Of our adopted daughter,
ETHEL
Wednesday Afternoon January, 30 1854.
Ceremony al 3.
MR.. AND MRS sILAs wrArHERBY
If any ole expected FASH enable
gathering it was IMPLY because they
did not know the hoste and hostes,
very well. The great comfortable
house was full of guests, but they were
mostly people Of the Weatherby stamp
good. plain, sensible souls, who did not
60 through life junketing and dancing,
so they carried into any occas on OF en-
joyment in which they partic pated an
almost childish Zest. And all the ladies
purred over chat blessed baby, and all
the gentlemen button holed the captain
and made him tell the story over.
Found it on the door step, you say
f-o- u-n-d it on the door step? How
very remarkable!
"And in that very boat-basket,
mean. grounded. as it were, at my feet
the prettiest wave that ever struck
the shoals for me--my eyes, SIR
1t was hard to recognize the baby in
its pink slip and coral ornaments, but
harder to recogn re the basket. for I
was one mass of flowers, and, ted
with rose-pink ribbons, looked as CAV